The early afternoon sun cast a golden hue over the trees and hills as Linus, Willow, Brielle, and Rose journeyed back to the witch side of the island. The silence in the car was heavy, punctuated only by the steady hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of leaves. The weight of Rose's revelations hung between them, and the air seemed almost charged with anticipation.
Suddenly, the ground beneath them quaked, and a low, ominous growl rumbled through the forest. Linus’s senses sharpened instantly. He reached out instinctively, placing a protective arm in front of Willow as his eyes scanned their surroundings. “What’s happening?” he demanded, his voice low and tense.
Rose’s expression lost its usual amused glimmer, replaced by an uncharacteristic seriousness. “We’ve been noticed.”
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